The Wrathful Whisper. (Addressing the epstein situation, TW)

The wrathful whisper of revenge will persevere.
The truth of the heads that sit right here.
The crys of the anguished, and the sobs of the innocent.
We sit here grasping to pride, like a parent with their kid.

The poor work, so the rich can eat.
The rich wear suits, while we dont have shoes for our feet.
The powerful eat babys, and thats no hyperbole.
The government is a puppet, to the real leaders we dont see. 

We hear the truth, its in our ears
But we refuse to listen, no heavy hearts or spilled tears
We let them take away our children, we let them take away our rights
We let them deport people to a different country, and that sounds like a fright.

So if we cant stand for each other, then why stand at all
Lets all take a seat, so the weak can stand tall.
Epstein, trump, ghislane, the list goes on.
So i sit here with my fingers, typing out this long long poem

You need to hear the truth, you need to open your eyes
This isnt a normal person, these arent just normal guys.
They took babys to an island, and aswell brought cream cheese
They butchered and cooked them up as if it was a gentle breeze,

They felt and feel no remorse, so why should we for them?
I say we take a fucking machete to all of their big white heads
Lets stack them up in piles, lets throw them across the room
Lets show the stupid fucking pricks that they are fucking doomed.

Youll never understand it, youll never get why
No one can fathom the things they did those times
Used jesus as a tool, to get the things he wanted
To rape a little girl because by jesus she was comforted

You will see worse then hell, you will know of pure agony
This is the truth, the way, and the anthem of those who cant speak.